“Quite wonderful,” he repeats dreamily, charmed as ever by Maeve’s accent and her attitude and just by Maeve as a whole.
She kisses her way down his chest and stomach and Steve almost forgets why he was nervous at all until Maeve is tugging down his underwear. Then she makes him laugh and he forgets again, sliding his arms out to the side as he lifts his head to look at her.
“You think she had x-ray vision, too?” He jokes, wriggling a bit to push his underwear down further, cock straining against the elastic. Steve knows that he has a decent cock. It’s not a monster or anything, but he’s spent most of his life in locker rooms for some sport or another and he has eyes. He’s definitely above average, but he knows how to use it, which he thinks is more important.
He isn’t sure what he’s meant to be doing in this particular scenario, if he should roll over or what, so he decides to stay still and let Maeve tell him what she wants. She’s good at telling him things, and he would like to think that he’s good at listening.
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She kisses her way down his chest and stomach and Steve almost forgets why he was nervous at all until Maeve is tugging down his underwear. Then she makes him laugh and he forgets again, sliding his arms out to the side as he lifts his head to look at her.
“You think she had x-ray vision, too?” He jokes, wriggling a bit to push his underwear down further, cock straining against the elastic. Steve knows that he has a decent cock. It’s not a monster or anything, but he’s spent most of his life in locker rooms for some sport or another and he has eyes. He’s definitely above average, but he knows how to use it, which he thinks is more important.
He isn’t sure what he’s meant to be doing in this particular scenario, if he should roll over or what, so he decides to stay still and let Maeve tell him what she wants. She’s good at telling him things, and he would like to think that he’s good at listening.